| Fan Fiction |
by etoile
How long had it been since I last saw him? The last memory I had of him was the day after Graduation. I hadn’t even had the time to return my Graduation robes yet. That was the day he had come to me, his voice pleading, asking me not to hate him. We stood there for hours, on opposite sides of the room, just looking at each other. Then finally, he stood up. That day, he gave me that last kiss, that last hug, that last touch that burnt warm on my skin for days after. And then, like a beautiful dream, he was gone.
Junsu. I repeated his name to myself as I opened the drawer and reached right to the very back of it. I knew it would be there, where I had last put it. Finally my hands closed around the smooth wood finish of the music box, and I knew that I had found it. It still looked the same as it had the day I put it away. Junsu. Thoughts of him were now synonymous with the music box, just as holding it in my hands made me think of him – all the times we had, and all the times we would never have. At this point, tears that had lain repressed came forth, and stained the box’s perfect wooden finish. Undoing the clasp and opening the cover, I heard the familiar strains of that music once again…
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A/N: Another short chapter that brings us back to present day. Hopefully this adds another level of depth to the story *heehee* What's going to happen next? All will be answered in the fullness of time... :)